Building a Dream : division Six

Follows on a few hours after our morn liaison with the housekeeper at our hotel. All the names apart from our good friends mitt and Sara have been changed and Jay helped me to remember the dialogue.

Jay sat in front of the mirror in the hotel room applying her makeup and dressed in her bed gown while I had a shave in the bath. After kylie had left us earlier we had taken a perambulation up to Battle of Waterloo station and had a sting to eat before Jay decided that she wanted a new apparel to wear that evening for when we were due to meet our new Dutch friends, paw and Sara, for a drink in Soho. Another trip to the gentlewoman wear shop class at the station followed and Jay had bought a fairly tight, thin, short off the berm dress which was cut low enough for her ample and firm chest to grow a good sum of money of cleavage and worn without a bra, naturally.

I stepped out of the bathroom, dressed and ready to go. Jay had finished her piddle up and threw off the robe to discover her wearing the G-string we had bought the previous day.

"Ta-Dah !"she said throwing her munition out broad. She looked great ; sexy and very, very fuckable. Her naked breasts gave a piffling leap with her move, the tit prominent and just asking to be bitten.

"I do hope you're not going out like that,"I said, looking her up and down."Although, I really wouldn't mind."

"Cheeky sodomist,"she said reaching for her wearing apparel. She stepped into it and pulled it up until the top just reached the eye of her breasts. She looked at herself in the mirror and remarked with a tone of voice of surprise

"Oh piece of ass, it's a bit short on top, isn't it ? My tits could run out out if I lean forward too often or leap a up and down."

"Then don't jump and down."I replied, pulling my brake shoe on."It certainly shows your tanginess too,"I remarked. The nipples were outstanding as they forced themselves against the cockeyed fabric. Jay ran her hands over her mamilla and felt where they pushed against the clothes, clearly showing their outline

"It's a bit shortly down below also."I added

Jay looked at the length where the apparel ended halfway down her thighs and pulled it down, smoothing it over her shapely legs. The clothes fitted her perfect, almost like it was painted on her

"Yeah, but it's tight so won't flare up, not like my piffling summer dress."She replied, turning around in front of the mirror, and admiring the smoothness over her behind. She sat on the bed and looked in the mirror again before commenting,

"Of course, it rides up when I sit, so foil legs it will be."

I looked down at her and she was right. Sitting down, the dress became even shorter and if I was sat opposite I would definitely get a estimable thought of her now, very fluid twat hiding behind a very small and slight piece of music of material.

"What do you think will fall out tonight ?"she asked, putting her handbag in her small bag.

"Well, we will go for a drinkable, have a practiced joke, make a couple of new Quaker, say goodnight then we'll come back here for some nooky, especially after an even of you having your tits, nips and buns on show for all to perve over. How does that vocalize ?"I asked.

"Sounds good to me,"she replied standing to look at herself in social movement of the mirror again."As long as that's all the shag we're doing. The retiring few Clarence Shepard Day Jr. have been pudden-head. I think that will be the end of our ‘ sexual'adventures now."

I had to harmonize. There had been a lot of sex with dissimilar mass for her and although we had both really enjoyed the experiences, we had come to Jack London for other reasons, not that.

"I can fairly insure that's all that will happen tonight and every day until we go home. Just us fucking."I said putting my manus around her shapely rose hip then up and over her titty, giving her prominent nipples and quick tweak. Fuck, this frock made her feel smooth and gorgeous.

"Although, Sara has taken a radiance to you."I continued."So, if you want to consecrate her a goodnight candy kiss at the end of the evening, I won't arrest you."I gripped her arse cheeks with both manus and she put her arms around my neck and kissed me.

"Ah, you're so heedful,"she jokingly said before letting go to put her brake shoe on.

We left the hotel and walked up to Waterloo where we took the tube to Leicester square toes and walked through Soho. More than one person had admired Jay. She looked marvellous in that clothes. It showed off her shapely bosom along with the good show of cleavage and her fine, shapely stage and tight fundament. Heads had turned on the tubing where Jay had insisted on standing, not wishing to give just anyone a vista up her dress. Sir Thomas More heads turned in her direction as we walked through South of Houston to the Montagu Pike, the pub where we had arranged to meet Manus and Sara.

We arrived and managed to get the same bulwark Booth as before when we had a crapulence in here two daytime ago. As we sat manus and Sara entered, saw us, waved, and came over smiling. Sara was also dressed in a very low cut, off the shoulder joint apparel with the bottom swishing against her thighs as she walked with a sexy wiggle towards us. This didn't go unnoticed by Jay who said under her breath,"Wow !"

We stood up and greeted each other with handshaking and buss on face then mitt and I went to the bar to get the drinks while the girls waited, sat opponent each other against the wall, same as before.

"How was your meet the other dark ?"I asked manus as the barmen made up our drinks order.

Manus shook his head word from face to side with a bit of a let down look on his face.

"Not particularly good."He replied, the Dutch accent showing very strongly."I had a good sufficiency time but for Sara, no."

"What happened ?"I asked taking a sip of my pint that had arrived.

paw replied keeping his vox low,

"The man, Moron Colin, couldn't get it up and the missy, Tammy, well. She said she was bi on the profile but she refused to go anywhere near Sara. Sara tried to seduce her but she was having none of it, pushing her away and making excuses to go forth the room. poor people Colin sat there wanking all evening to try to get intemperately but just stayed limp."

"So, what did you do."I asked picking up Jays large glass of wine.

"Well, while Sara was trying to blow idiot Colin in the lounge to get him hard, which turned out to be a waste of prison term, I fucked tam-o'-shanter up the backside across their kitchen table."He said this so matter of factually like it was an everyday occurrence. I admired him for his laid-back honesty.

"Did you tell Sara what you did ?"I asked as we walked slowly back to the girls.

"Oh yes,"he replied, matter of factually again."She said I should have pissed up her derriere for skillful bill. dish out her right for rebuffing my endearing wife."

I admit, I was very surprised. I knew the Dutch people were more freehanded when it came to sex but to be so laid back about what they do was an eye-opener.

We sat back down with the girls and Sara was already telling Jay about the encounter.

"So, I sucked and sucked and sucked,"Sara told a round-eyed Jay,"But he stayed hobble. It just sat there, flopping around, and doing nothing."She waved her hand like a flapping fish as she said this, making Jay laugh."I gave up in the end. We just sat there in silence listening to tam-o'-shanter's screams coming out of the kitchen. Colin didn't flavor very well-situated listening to that. I think it's the first time he's heard his wife getting fucked by another man and he didn't like it."

"Up the hindquarters,"mitt corrected her."I fucked her up the arse."

"Yes,"Sara said, still talking directly at Jay"Fucked up the arse."

"With Olea europaea oil,"paw added again.

"With olive oil."Sara added and looked around at hand asking,"Was it spare Virgin ?"

"I reckon so,"mitt began to laugh."I don't think she has ever had a cock up there before."

We all laughed and raised our glasses for a ‘ cheers.'

"So, what have you two been up to ?"paw asked.

"Oh, not often,"I replied. We had decided not to mention what we had got up to, not wishing manus and Sara to think that Jay fucked about all the time and giving the faulty feeling."We just hung around our hotel elbow room with a bit of apparel shopping at Waterloo again for this dress."I panned my manus up and down Jay to emphasise the purchase.

"It's lovely,"Sara said to Jay, slowly reaching her script across and stroking the slenderize material just to the side of John Jay knocker."It's so smooth, and fragile and it shows you off a treat."She said this looking directly at where the shape of Jays nipples poked glaringly out of the material.

"Thank you,"Jay replied as Sara removed her handwriting, gently training her fingertips along the breast and brushing gently on a mamilla."It's very comfortable and thin enough to cope with the heat."

"That's beneficial,"Sara replied and winking at Jay said."I think thing could get hot later especially with you dressed like that"

The input didn't go unnoticed by any of us and a bit of an queasy silence followed.

I changed the subject to what they were planning on doing during their visit to London. The conversation built up a flow rate and we were soon comparing all the attractions in and around British capital where we had all visited.

Another beverage followed, then another. The with child glasses of wine was having an effect on Jay who was now on a good tipsy storey and more chatty. She was starting to slant closelipped to Sara when they spoke to each other and was absentmindedly leaning forward on her elbows more often, affording Sara with a commodity view of her cleavage, the top of her dress riding down more and more.

I went to the bar with hand to get another circle of potable and we both looked back at the girls who were leaning close to each other and laughing at whatever Jay was saying.

"Jay looks lovely this night,"paw said looking over at the girls."That dress is wow ! If she moves around much more than though her titties will come down out."

I looked over and agreed.

"It cost me enough."I said."But it is worth it, she looks gorgeous."

"You're a very golden man and she's lucky to consume you. A kind and empathize husband who's happy to let his married woman show off her body to others."Manus said staring over at Jay."And Sara has taken a shine to her. She wants to eff her, you know ?"

"Really ?"I said. It wasn't really a surprise judgment by the flirting the former day and the body language currently being given off by Sara who was reaching over and helping to draw Jays clip up from where it was riding down over her boob. She slowly pulled it up, stroking both breasts as she did so and running both hands over the nipples before removing her hands. Jay giggled as she did this, clearly enjoying the touch.

"But that is your call."Manus said picking up the girls drinks."We haven't met up with you tonight for that purpose. We're meeting because we like you and cogitate we could go friend. in effect acquaintance"

"I picked up our pints and replied,

"I agree. I think we could all become full friends."

As we approached the table I could see Jay becoming more animatedly with whatever she was telling Sara, using her hands to emphasise movements on whatever the bailiwick was. We sat down just as Jay was finishing her story.

"…I was so full of cum and both maw stretched after such a pounding. I passed out then and didn't wake up until this morning."

Sara turned to me and said with a wink,

"Jay has been telling me about what you two have been up to."Sara said to me with a cheeky smile."Enticing your specter fingerer back to yours and taking his virginity and then having a deuce-ace with two of your other admirer from the other night."She turned back to Jay, leant forward and almost whispered in her ear,"You're wonderful."She bought her hand up to Jay typeface, gave her brass a small cerebrovascular accident and run a digit across Jays now pouting lips. She then lent back and turned to Manus and said,

"Jays been a very naughty young lady,"

"It sounds like it,"Manus replied looking at me, a questioning look on his face.

"I think…"Sara said reaching over and taking Jays manus in her own."…that Jay deserves another spanking."

Jay was just taking a sip of her deglutition and this unexpected comment almost made her pour forth it. She giggled for a bit and allowed Sara to hold her hand across the table, their fingers entwined and slowly caressing.

As much as I was enjoying the flirting, I did let an important question for Sara

"Sara, I have an important question for you about art"I said facing her.

"hang on,"said Manus, looking from me to Jay."I want to find out more about the fucking."

Sara leaned towards manus and said quietly,"I'll tell you later."She looked at me and winked, the cheeky grin still on her face.

"No, no. I want to know now."He replied, a playful sulking look on his fount."William Tell me, then we can be drill and talk about art."

"Art's not boring,"Sara said to Manus correcting him. Turning to Jay she said,"But he will sulk unless you tell him."

Jay repeated her tarradiddle that she had told Sara. She said how we had seen Apostle Paul at Battle of Waterloo, got him into the hotel way and how Jay had fucked him. She then went on to tell him about her burnt umber trick, about Jim and Simon the Zealot collecting the fans and then how she had fucked them both. Manus sat listening intently throughout, clearly enjoying the de***********ions of what had been done to Jay.

When Jay finished, Manus raised his pint chicken feed to us both saying.

"You both have my undying regard. I think we are all going to be very, very undecomposed friends."

We all raised our glasses, clinked and cheers.

"So, what would you like to ask about art ?"Sara asked me, still caressing Jay hand.

"Have you ever learn of an creative person called Giovanni del Callinni ?"I asked.

Sara let go of Jays hand and sat back in her seat. She seemed to rivet as she kept repeating the epithet over and over, searching her retentivity depository financial institution.

"Yes,"she said sitting unsloped."Giovanni del Callinni. A venetian renaissance creative person. 1440 to 1512. Renowned for landscape rather than portraits. He has works hanging in the Kunsthistorisches Museum in capital of Austria, the Prado Museum in Madrid, the Accademia Galleries in Venice and here, in The National."

"Have you heard of a series of painting called, ‘ The rebellion of the fisher's Sun ?"I asked now I had her complete care

"Oh yes,"Sara replied, a ghost of excitement on her boldness. It seemed that, along with sex, this was definitely a darling guinea pig of hers."It's four paintings depicting the fishermen sailing out of the lagoon. The four picture together make one scene ; of boat being loaded with nets in the showtime and fourth part pictures while the halfway two show the gravy boat sailing out sail out towards the daybreak. They have nearly always been in private hired man. They were loaned out to the Bagatti Valsecchi in Milan about twenty years ago but only for a twosome of years. hold off a minute."

She pulled her phone out and started to type a web address.

"You can Google just about anything present but my work vena portae has all the selective information not in the public domain."She logged in and started to say out more information to us.

"The rising of the fisher's Sun. Painted around 1502. A mission for an unnamed mortal, probably a rich Viennese merchant. Although they have been in secret hands for most of their cosmos, they have been on display in diverse museums and heading over the past 100-150 year. They were lowest sell five years ago as a set to a private buyer for eight million Euros with a drift in Paris acting on the sellers behalf."She scrolled down the varlet and continued."The trafficker and the buyer retained anonymity and the whereabouts of the paintings are currently unknown."

A few to a greater extent taps in the phone and she held it up for me, Manus and Jay to see. It was a picture of the four paintings together, face by side making up the unharmed picture, the photo being taken at an art picture gallery display. They looked pocket-sized than I expected them to be, each about two-foot second power. They did look expert though. Sara expanded the systema skeletale and the point were amazing.

"Why do you ask ?"Sara said, returning her sound to her bag.

I proceeded to tell her everything that kylie had told us about her dad buying the icon, his death, her mums remarriage, and death followed by Kylie being kicked out by her stepdad and the paintings left behind.

"And this girl says she has provenience ? The sales agreement receipt and photographs of her being given the house painting ?"Sara asked, wide and excited, now taking a very swell interest in the issue

"That's what she told us,"I replied.

"well, if all that checks out then the courts would certainly give her possession. Does this Neil know the importance of the paintings ?"

"I don't think so. kiley never said he knew."I said looking at Jay who was nodding in agreement.

"And your hotel housekeeper told you all this ?"asked paw

"Yeah, this morning."I replied.

"While she was cleaning your room ? She just came out with all this entropy ?"asked looking from me to Jay."Why was she cleaning your bedroom with you there ?"

"I wasn't in the sleeping accommodation ; I was in the bath."Jay replied,

"So, the female child told you all this while you were in the bath and she was cleaning your room ?"Asked Manus.

"No,"Jay replied."She was in the bathroom with me."

Both mitt and Sara sat back in shock, lip agape as they looked at each of us.

"And where were you ?"mitt asked me.

"I was sat on the toilet."I answered.

"What ?"gasped a surprised Sara.

"No, not on the can itself. I was sat on the seat, naked."I replied.

There was a moments pause before Sara asked me,

"Why were you naked ?"

Jay replied for me, a little too loud as the drunkenness was clearly starting to possess an effect,

"Because he had just fucked her."

I looked at the shocked expression on both of their faces as they took in this information. They sat, oral cavity open, probably trying to think of what to say. I had to say something in my defence so I stated,

"Only because she,"indicating with my thumb to Jay,"had fucked her first."I sat back and took a long sip of my dry pint. The realisation of what I had just said sunk in and they both began to smile. hand lifted his crapulence with a silent ‘ cheerfulness'to me while Sara leaned very close to Jay and with a smile said,

"I am so going to spank you severely later, you naughty, blue girl."

We ended up telling them the completely chronicle of how we had both fucked Kylie and how we had set her up for a date with Paul the following eve when we would act as chaperones.

Another stave of drinking were bought and the details of everything that had happened over the last XXIV 60 minutes were run through again. Both girl getting wind up with each elaborated de***********ion that Jay provided of what had been done to her and how she enjoyed every second. She used her work force in some of the singing, Sara's heart watching them the entirely time.

"Tell me Jay,"said Sara who had resumed keeping and fondling Jays script."Do you cerebrate that the spanking you received was adequate penalty for your indiscretions ? Because I don't think you've been punished enough and, judging by your more late prank, a spanking won't be enough. You need some humiliation. Steve, if it's okay with you, I am going to humiliate your lovely wife. Would you like that Jay ? Do you reckon you need to be humiliated ?"

Jay was now getting quite drunkard. She giggled into her drink then replied.

"No. That spanking wasn't enough. I think I do need to be humiliated."She looked into Sara's eyes and asked in a husky tone,"What do you sustain in mind."

"well,"she replied with a winking to me."If we were back home in Dutch capital, I would really humble you. Maybe I would lead you around the streets on a collar with a musket ball gag in your mouth, only dressed in your underclothes with a big butt-plug in your arse."

Jay giggled and took a sip of her potable while Sara continued.

"and then spank and whip you in the middle of a wad bar. All the patron can have a turn also."

Jay had stopped giggling and was now wide eyed and listening closely.

"Or hold you to a dogging spot and have a duet of men fuck you over the bonnet of a car."Sara reached over and started to run a hand gently over Jay's boob, squeezing it and stopping to rub the nipple slowly and gently before continuing.

"Or, even better, since you have been a very gamy fille, I would take you blindfolded and naked to a timber we know, one that has a reputation for doggers and intimate perverts, and tie your hands around the base of a very large tree and leave you there so anyone can come along and do whatever the fucking they want to you."

Jay's breathing had altered. Her workforce were getting fidgety and one had slowly disappeared under the table and I could just see it travel under her dress.

"They'll all fuck you but I reckon a couple will piss over that fairly nerve of yours."

It was obvious to the three of us that Jay was getting Sir Thomas More than excited. Her dead body lyric gave away a tensity that made me and manus sit up and take notification. Jay's hand was now fully under her dress.

"Hmmm…it might be raining though"Sara continued squeezing Jay's nipple harder making her give out a bantam squeak."I could book you into a hotel, blindfold you and tie you to the bed and take pictures of you so I can put all the pictures, the hotel and room figure on a swingers site and let a train of men come in and fuck you, one after the other."

Jay had started rubbing herself. I casually looked down and saw the wearing apparel pulled up above her thighs and Jay's finger's breadth in her thong where she was trying to jack off without anyone notice.

"Or maybe I would pick out you to our swingers club, tie you to the swing and fucking you with a strap on, in full view of everyone."

Jay was clearly wanking herself now and it hadn't gone unnoticed by all three of us. Her arm was moving up and down as she worked herself up, her breathing getting cryptic and little gasps coming from her. Sara knew that Jay was working herself up and it was the next command that made Jay cum.

"Of row, I could be kind and devise a twenty-man gangbang at our space. Each man fucking you, two, three or four cocks in you all at once, fucking you, pinning you down so you can't resist, not that you would want to, and each man cumming in you. Cumming on your case, cumming in your sassing, cumming in your tight pussycat and in that gorgeous arse of yours. Cock after cock after cock"

Jay came. She let out a vociferation that made a few people look around at us. She slapped the table with her disembarrass hand then clamped it over her mouth as she finished bringing herself to orgasm with the other. Her rubbing was frantic and the three of us watched and waited as she completed her, not too obvious, wanking.

"Oh shag,"she said from under her hand as she finished cumming"Oh piece of ass, oh screw. Do it, fucking do it."

I looked around. Nobody had really noticed what had gone on and those who had heard something had now looked away to transmit on their own discussions.

Jay eventually stopped moving and removed her hand from her oral fissure.

"I'm…sorry."She said quietly.

Sara held out her hand to her saying,"Give me your hand."

Jay bought her shaking hand up from under the table. It was wet and glistening but Sara took it and one by one put the fingers in her sassing and sucked them clean.

"I promise you all that and More if you ever come to Amsterdam."Jay's eyes were wide and she tried to draw up herself as we all visibly relaxed."But we're not in Amsterdam and, as we discovered yesterday, you have no gloryholes we will have to cook do with whatever is to hand."

Sara downed her wine-coloured in one go and indicated that we should all finish our potable. Once the glasses were empty, Sara looked around the pub. It was starting to get occupy ; all the mesa were taken and mess of people were constantly entering and forming groups stood around the bar and any free space. Sara stood up and said,

"Right, let's go."Jay moved out from the table and smoothed her dress down and we made our way through the growing bunch to the exit. Sara led the way and as we tried to get past a group who were standing around a full phase of the moon table she stopped, turned around to Jay who was behind her and in one Gustavus Franklin Swift crusade using both bridge player, pulled down the top of Jays dress, releasing her tits for all to see, her hard, red nipples poking out of the firm build. Jay went to extend herself but Sara had grabbed her deal and was pulling her along through the crowd saying in a loud voice,"Excuse me delight,"to bring everyone's attention to a topless Jay being dragged through.

The place went mute with the realisation that a topless charwoman was being led by the hand through a packed pub. There was a outcry of ‘ ay, ay,'from somebody followed by sunniness, laughter and whistles, people pointing and some even clapping. A few mass managed to get their phones out and snap as many pictures as they could. Sara pushed the exit doorway open and let go of Jays hand who immediately stopped and pulled her wearing apparel up to cover her modesty. She wasn't happy

"I can't believe you did that,"Jay shouted adjusting her garb and smoothing it down."citizenry saw my bosom and were taking movie. I feel so…"

"Humiliated ?"asked Sara as she approached and put her arms around Jay to hug her.

"Yes."Jay replied quietly. Sara be given close to Jay's ear and said,

"Exciting, wasn't it ? Everyone in their seeing your adorable titties. What do you suppose they are thinking now ? That they would consume liked to make touched them ? Squeezed them ? Sucked on your pap ? Cum over them ? You may feel humiliated but you're just given a good load of men, and probably some char, something for them to wank over for the next few twenty-four hour period. So, I will ask you again. Did you find it exciting ?"

Jay looked at Sara and slowly nodded

"Good. Because we have only just started."Sara Lententide in and kissed Jay slowly and softly. After a moment, Jay opened her mouth to receive Sara's tongue and they stood, locked in embrace, natural language starting to frantically explore each other's sass. They only stopped when a radical of Edward Young men walked by and shouted,"very well girlfriend ?"and carried on laughing and looking back.

Sara let Jay go and held her mitt as we all walked down Greek Street before stopping at the corner.

"So,"Sara said addressing me."You have no gloryholes here ?"

I shook my read/write head,"None that I know of."I replied.

"That's a shame."Sara replied stroking Jay's aspect."Because I would love to see this pretty face covered in cum."She moved her deal down Jay's boob and down, slipping her handwriting under the tight hem of her attire and touching Jays cunt, making her jump.

"And here."safekeeping her hand under Jays dress she trailed it around to her arse and must give touched her arsehole because she continued,"And here."

Jay stood still and was, I think, a piffling take aback but she said nothing. She didn't resist to Sara's touching and showed no signs of opposition

I looked at Manus who smiled and shrugged. Sara's behaviour came as no surprise to him.

"We need some very turned on perverts,"Sara said looking around and up and down the streets. spate of people were out and about enjoying the warm summertime evening but none that fitted Sara's de***********ion. She turned to me and said,

"Let's go back to that sex workshop. They'll be lots of pervert in there."

I looked at Jay who shrugged her berm and nodded, permission given for whatever Sara had in mind.

We stopped off at an off licence on the way so Sara could go in and promptly returned with a small bottle of Vodka. She took a swig and passed it to Jay who took a mouthful and coughed a bit. Spirits really wasn't her tipple, but she took a couple more, building up courage for whatever was about to occur, I assumed

We arrived at the sex shop class and Sara walked in, telling us to wait outside. We watched as she approached the tradesman and had a speedy discussion with him.

"Should I be concerned about this ?"I asked Manus.

"No, no. Nothing to interest about. Sara won't let anything bad happen."He replied casually."She'll make sure that Jay will enjoy herself.

A short while later Sara returned and leading Jay by the hand, walked in and stood by the clip. The market keeper recognised me and Jay. He nodded and winked in recognition then went back to serving a client. We stood at the nominal head of the computer memory. There was about ten people in there, mainly men and a couple of woman. They paid no care to us, concentrating on flicking through powder magazine or looking at the DVD's.

Sara whispered something in Jay's ear and a surprise look came on her grimace. She listened then turned to face Sara and nodded. She ran her hands down her apparel and reaching under, pulled down her G-string and put it in her bag. This didn't go unnoticed by several people in the shop. The shopkeeper watched this happen but carried on serving a customer, not interfering.

various people looked at Jay and gave her the once over. Jay's nipples were really pointing out of her garb and this was drawing a lot of care. Sara slowly reached down and lifted up the sides of Jay's clothes to just above her crotch ; The tightness of the dress holding it up, her pussy back talk clearly on show. She then took Jay by the handwriting and walked her slowly up the midway aisle while we followed a short distant behind. She would barricade, cull up a vibrator and present it to Jay and as if they were on a convention shopping misstep.

Several men and both charwoman watched this, their eyes following Jay's arse as she moved up the aisle and a couple of men had got ahead up the early aisle and were watching Jay from ahead, middle clearly on her cunt. The young lady would walk a few paces, stop, and admire more commodity, the bunch behind me and paw now getting larger as I heard whispered, complimentary voices. Sara pointed to a vibrator on the fanny shelf and, Jay knack over, parting her stage to slowly look at it. There was a clean-cut gasp from around us as her cunt and arsehole was shown clearly to the bunch. I moved to one incline to collapse those behind us a better purview, not letting them exceed me though. They walked a few more than pace and, as they did so, Sara ran her hand around Jay's arse then gripped a cheek, allowing her finger to enter the crack and ease against Jay's arsehole. Jay gave a picayune scratch line but didn't resist, allowing Sara's helping hand to abide there and her fingers to caress the hole with all of us behind following and watching.

I looked behind me and there was a crowd of about seven men and both fair sex. They ignored me and mitt and slowly followed us as we followed the lady friend to the back of the entrepot where they turned into the S+M section. I noticed some men on quickly moving up the aisle either side of us, the small crew behind us moving quicker as me and Manus sped our own pace up. We reached the end and saw Sara standing behind Jay facing us. Jay had the Vodka and took another big mouthful before returning it to Sara who had a sip then put it in her bag. Jay was stood, dress hitched up, legs apart and cunt on view. Sara slipped her manus around Jays neck then dropped down her front and slowly pulled the garb top down. Jay's breast came out and sat over the top of the apparel, her nipples big and aroused. Sara reached around and squeezed both mamilla and rubbed both titty. Her fingers gripped them and fondled while we all watched. Some of the men around us had their hands either deep in their pockets or blatantly down the front of their trousers, clearly gripping hard pecker and rubbing, likely wish they could experience her tits or twat.

Sara turned Jay to face the wall and bent her over, Jay holding on to the wall for support. Sara looked around and picked up a pocket-sized crop. She held it up to the bunch with a questioning looking at on her face.

There were nods all around, giving Sara favourable reception for her pick. She tapped it on her paw a few times, swished it through the air then stood to one side of Jay and hit her gently on her tush. Jay gave a little gasp and a jerk and moved her trunk slightly forward before bending over again. Sara hit her again, a little harder but Jay still didn't resist, her gasp getting a little louder as her bunghole started to turn red with each stroke. She hit her again and again, getting harder each time, louder gasp starting to number from Jay as the keen stinging of pain became apparent. Sara then took a big vacillation and hit her really severe. Jay let out a cry and flattened her body against the wall, her script shaking behind her telling Sara that that was enough. Sara ran her hand over Jay's now reddening arse cheek and whispered something in her ear.

She slowly stood Jay up, turned her around and kissed her, their tongues becoming patent to all watching as they switched from side of meat to side and the caressing became more passionate. Jay reached up and pulled down Sara's dress top, her tits now on display along with Jay. They were slightly smaller but perfectly round without being misrepresent and small, set up mammilla hat I noticed were pierced with lowly halo running through them. Jay leaned down and took a nipple in her lip fashioning Sara yelp with joy as she sucked it difficult and nibbled gently with her teeth. She tugged on the annulus, stretching the tit out and Sara gave out a yip. Jay moved her back talk and teeth to the early mammilla and did the like, Sara holding jay head in place, capitulum back and eyes wide shut in delight as Jay moved from nipple to nipple with her teeth and tongue, sucking and pulling on the rings.

She moved her hand to under Sara's dress and lifted it revealing that Sara was not wearing any underwear. Sara parted her legs to depict her own bald cunt to the bunch as Jay began to rub the lips while forcing her tongue back into Sara's mouth. Sara reached down to Jay's now wet cunt and rubbed a duad of prison term before entering a finger, making Jay squeal in mid-kiss. Jay entered her own finger's breadth into Sara, followed by another and digit fucked her as Sara added another finger to her own. Both girls were stood, wooden leg all-inclusive apart and finger's breadth fucking each early in full position of the crowd around us. Sara ran her other hand around Jays arse and, judging by Jay reaction of a jump, had pushed a finger in her arse. That did it for Jay. She held tight on to Sara's back with her free hired man, let out a yell and came, squirting over Sara's digit as she did so, droplets flicking on to the floor and their brake shoe. Her leg shook with the spasm and she yelled out several multiplication as her body shook before retracting her fingers from Sara's cunt and collapsed to kneel on the level, puffing to get her breathing space back.

The crowd around us then did something unexpected. They started clapping and there was a few cheers. Jay looked up, her pilus tousled over her face, smiled, and then began to laugh, along with Sara who helped her to her feet. Sara held her hand and they both gave a theatrical bow to the applauding and appreciative bunch.

"Thank you,"Sara said between laughter, her detached manus presenting Jay to the gang."You've been a big crowd. Thank you."She adjusted her dress to cross herself as Jay did the same and said to the bunch smiling as they became tacit,

"I didn't know she would cum so quick,"indicating Jay with her pollex, who was running her fingers through her hair to tidy it."But that's all for today. It's a shame you don't have any gloryholes here otherwise the display would continue."

"But, we do,"said one of the women in the crowd. A brusque, very attractive young blonde little girl, with bewilder blue eyes, who was obviously with the only early woman in the store. All centre fell upon her and she added in a tranquillise and somewhat embarrassed voice,

"A acquaintance told me."

"Where is this post, sweetie ?"Sara asked approaching the now embarrassed girl.

The girlfriend looked around at the hearing gang and said,

"It's a small blank space, recently opened. Not many people know about it because of sex constabulary and all that. It's next to an old peek show not far from here. There's a red doorway with a Alexander Graham Bell. You ring it, they check you out on the CCTV then buzz you in. You pay 30 quid and stick as long as you want. Woman go discharge. It has about ten John Wilkes Booth, quite narrow, but long with porn on a covert. There's a small-scale movie house in there with a few couches and futons and they sell soft drinks and bite. Not many woman go there but always mass of horny men…"

She looked around at the crowd who were now taking a big pursuit in what she was saying before adding,

"…apparently."

Sara Lententide forward and gave her a candy kiss on the cheek and said,"Thank you gorgeous."

The girl replied,"That's alright."and leaned forward to refund the kiss, except she misjudged it and got Sara on the brim. Sara didn't react at the fortuity. She leaned forward and kissed the girlfriend on the lips, slowly and tenderly. The young woman eyes widened at the hint of Sara's backtalk and I'm for certain she went to continue as her mouth started to open up, her clapper perched but was bought back to the earth when she realised everyone was watching, the fille with her especially. She backed back a bit and pretended to take care at some anal bead. She looked up at me again and our optic met. She stayed looking up at me and was starting to smile when her protagonist took the bead off her, reminding her that those were not what they had gone in here for, took her by the hand and led her away.

I watched her go. She was beautiful. Naturally beautiful. As she reached the far end of the aisle she briefly looked back at me and smiled before leaving. I was bought out of my daydream by Sara who turned to me and asked,

"Do you know this home ? This peep show ?"

"I think so,"I replied, trying to think of the peep shows of my youth and their locations.

Sara took Jay's hired hand and said,"Let's go."

As we went to go away the shop, the storekeeper stopped me and slipped me a carte du jour.

"Great show mate,"he said smiling, having apparently watched it on CCTV."Your friend asked me if it would be okay and I'm always fine with things like that. On the card is my figure. I sometimes help multitude out, couples and that, who want some filming done. generate me a shout if you and the misses ever fancy doing one, for yourselves of course."

"Thanks,"I said and pocketed the calling card.

We left the shop and I led them to where I thought the peep show was, a short walk away. The peep show was open, a big elderly woman was sat behind a riposte, reading a powder magazine just in the doorway, ready to ply alteration to the punters. The red, anon. door to the gloryholes was to the right, a Alexander Graham Bell sat in the middle and a CCTV photographic camera above pointing down at whoever rings it.

I reached up and pressed he bell.

To be continued in part seven, cumming soon .